Blog Tour + Giveaway + Excerpt: Broken Love Story by Natasha Madison

 

Title: Broken Love Story

Series: Love Series #3

Author: Natasha Madison

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 10, 2018

Kindle Unlimited

 

 

Samantha: 

 

 

I had the perfect life; a husband who loved me, and two kids who were my world. 

 

 

Until someone else answered his phone and my perfect life shattered. 

 

 

When he died, I was left with answers he couldn’t give me and a box full of lies. 

 

 

He left me broken. 

 

 

 

 

Blake: 

 

 

I fell in love when I was fifteen, knowing she was the one. 

 

 

For five years, she was my everything—my every breath, every heartbeat, every thought. 

 

 

She made me promise to move on, promise to find love again, but I broke those promises because I can’t move on. 

 

 

Two broken souls brought together by tragedy and heartbreak. 

Can a broken love story be fixed?

 

 

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Britt’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:

This freaking series. I can’t even begin to try to explain fully how deep my love for these books is. Every single one has gutted me then filled my heart with more love than I could ever imagine and just when I thought Natasha Madison had given it her all with the first two books she hits me with this one. As one of my favorite go to authors I’ve made what I call my reading a Natasha Madison book survival kit. It consists of drinks (yes, big girl grown up ones. I am a lady after all.) tissues, chocolate, and my most comfortable leggings and a hoodie because my butt ain’t leaving where I’ve planted it until I’ve read every page.
Broken Love Story sailed to the top of my all time favorites almost immediately. This entire series, centered around one man’s lie, itself is something incredibly unique but the stories that come from the chain of events started by that lie are breathtakingly amazing with Broken Love Story being insanely beautiful. I’ll give you a brief example of me while reading this to demonstrate the ugly cry level before I go on explaining how incredible this book is.
Me *starts book* “Ok, I can do this. She’s not going to get me this time. I’m ready. I’ve prepared. I’ve read every book I’m not going to sob”
Me *half way point* “Ok, ok, she got me a few times, but only one tissue. I’m good.”
Me *a bit further* “OMG! I CAN’T SEE! THE TEARS! EWWWW IS THAT SNOT?! WHERE DID THE TISSUES GO!? IT’S JUST SO BEAUTIFUL! MY HEART! OH GOD SOMEONE HOLD ME!”
Me*Epilogue* “Would it be weird to ask Natasha Madison to be my best friend forever and ever even though I’m a total stranger? Is that creepy?”
Needless to say, this book is everything. And my husband confirmed my thoughts are creepy and he’s wondering about my sanity. Eh, ya win some, ya lose some.
A true emotional journey from start to finish. Grief, anger, sadness, healing, soul deep love, forgiveness, overcoming, all these emotions and more are center stage in this epic love story that grips your heart. Truth be told, I didn’t know if I would even LIKE Samantha let alone love her as much as I do. The strength this woman posses to not only survive, but ultimately thrive after what her and her children are put through is awe inspiring. An amazing mother and a truly kind and beautiful woman I found myself loving who at the start of this series I looked at as, if not the enemy, more someone who I couldn’t like. But getting her side of all that has happened she was hit harder than anyone else by what happened.
Blake is someone I’ve liked from the start. A wonderful brother, protective and loyal, I always knew he was a good man. But now I know he’s more than merely a good man, he’s the kind of man every woman deserves in their life. His selfless and caring ways with Samantha are something I truly don’t know how to begin to explain. You just have to read it and be as blown away as I am by all the perfection that is Blake.
I honestly don’t know what to do with myself now that I’ve finished this book. How do I do life now? Probably starting this series from the beginning again so I can just keep living in the magic that Natasha has created that’s how.
PS
READ THIS. DO IT NOW.
You’re welcome for the advice.

 

 

Samantha


Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my room, I smooth down my black skirt. My blond hair is tied up in a ponytail, my cheeks are sunken in more than normal, and the blackness around my eyes indicates I haven’t slept well since this whole thing happened. Since I found out that not only did my husband die, but that he also married someone else. 


I sit on the made bed and look down at my wedding band. My thumb of my right hand touches it, and the lone tear that falls out of my eye lands straight on it. “Mommy.” I look back at Lizzie, who is standing in the doorway wearing a black one-piece dress similar to mine with ballerina flats. 

My mother-in-law went shopping yesterday and bought us all new outfits for today. “We need to put our best foot forward,” she said as I watched her walk in with the six bags. “We can’t let people talk.”


I turned around and walked out of the room, going upstairs. Shutting myself in my bathroom with my back against the door, I cried quietly, trying to hide my sobs. “We can’t let people talk,” I whispered to myself. The hatred I had begun feeling when I remembered my husband.


Lizzie walks to the side of my bed and sits next to me. “I hate this dress,” she says when I put my hand around her shoulder and bring her to me, kissing her head.

“I know, baby,” I whisper, “but after today, it’s going to be all over.”


“That’s what Grandpa A said.” She mentions the name she calls my father-in-law. Grandpa A because you can’t get better than an A. 


“Is everyone ready?” I hear Ethan yell from downstairs. “The limo is picking us up in twenty.”


“Let’s go, baby,” I tell her, getting up and holding her hand while we walk downstairs. My in-laws are both sitting in the kitchen. My mother-in-law in a black skirt and top while my father-in-law has on a black suit. “Where is Daisy?” I ask them.


“Elliot is upstairs changing her. She spilled milk on her dress,” Judy tells me, looking at Lizzie. “You look like such a big girl.” She blinks her tears away.


Elliot comes down the stairs with Daisy on his hip, smiling at me when he walks in. “Okay, you girls go sit in the living room while us grown-ups talk,” my father-in-law says, and the girls both know to leave the room. When he knows they are both out of earshot, he starts. “Today is going to be tough, tough for us all, but we have to stand together. We have to be the family that we are.” I lean against the counter while he talks. “The situation with the other one has been taken care of, and she has been served papers.” I look at him and then at Elliot and Ethan, both of them looking down when our eyes meet. It’s almost as if they feel guilty for meeting this woman. My father-in-law continues, “After all this is done today, we are meeting with the lawyers in person, so we can go over the will, start the paperwork for the insurance, and make sure she doesn’t touch a thing that belongs to him.” I stop listening at this point, turning to look out the window at the backyard.


The swing set that he built in one day to make sure the kids could use it when he left the next day. The patio set he had delivered to us, so I could have somewhere to sit while I watched the girls while he was living with another woman. I shake my head, walking out of the room. I sit on the couch, and the girls come to sit next to me, one on each side. “Today is going to be really hard,” I whisper to them, “but we have to be strong for Daddy.” They both look at me, their eyes exactly like their father’s. “But, if at any time, you need to leave or you need me… I don’t care who is talking to me or who is around; you come and get me.”

“Grandpa A said we had to sit and wait,” Daisy whispers just as Elliot comes into the room and kneels in front of us.


“What is this meeting about?” he asks, smiling at us. The circles around his eyes are just as black as ours. He hasn’t left our house since this happened. 


“Mommy said if we need her that we can go to her,” Daisy says, looking at him and then me, “even if Grandpa A said no.”


He leans in, whispering, “You can come to me too, and I’ll make sure that you get Mommy.” 


“Okay,” Lizzie and Daisy both whisper at the same time, and then the doorbell rings.

We get up, put our jackets on, and one by one file into the black limo that has come to take us to the funeral home. We arrive before everyone else. “We get an hour with him, and then they will open the door,” Adrian says as Judy grabs her tissue and dabs her eyes. 


I look around the funeral home. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, not sure where he is. I haven’t seen him since he kissed me goodbye four days earlier. His last words to me were, “Call you when I can.” That phone call never came.


I follow my in-laws to the big brown door that is closed. “I want to go in before the girls.” Everyone turns to look at me.


“We can keep them in the lobby,” says the lady who greeted us at the door. She told me her name, but I just didn’t listen. 


I nod at her as she turns to ask the girls if they want hot chocolate. Daisy’s eyes get big as Lizzie turns to look at me. I nod my head, giving her permission, so she can go with the woman.

The doors open, and I don’t even know what to expect. I’ve never been to a funeral. Never known anyone well enough to pay my last respects. Judy and Adrian walk in first, followed by Ethan, and Elliot waits with me. I step foot into the room, and it’s so cold that I shiver. The smell of flowers hits me right away, making me turn my head. The number of flowers and wreaths shocks me; the whole room is almost full. Some wreaths blocking others. Rows and rows of brown chairs line the room, all facing toward the front of the room. My eyes land on the brown wooden casket at the front of the room. The open half showing you the white satin inside. I walk down the aisle toward him, and then my eyes land on him. Eric. I can’t take another step forward because my knees give out, and I fall. Elliot isn’t fast enough to hold me up, and my knee lands with a thud. But the pain doesn’t matter because nothing could take the place of the pain in my heart. The sound of wailing fills the room as I look up at my dead husband. 


I feel arms around me; I feel myself lifted; I feel myself almost floating. He isn’t the Eric who kissed me goodbye; he isn’t the Eric who I made promises to; he isn’t the Eric who made all my dreams come true. This isn’t him.


The man with makeup caked on his face isn’t my Eric. My sobs overtake my body as I look at him, expecting him to open his eyes. Expecting something, anything but this. “I want the casket closed,” I say, my voice soft. “I want it closed.”


“Samantha,” my father-in-law starts, “it’s—”


I shake my head. “I don’t want the kids to see him like that,” I say softly. I know that for me they wouldn’t even consider it, but for the girls, they would move heaven and earth. “They need to remember him alive and smiling, not like that,” I say, pointing at the casket.


“Dad,” Ethan says after me, “I agree.” 


“Me too,” Elliot says from beside me. “Close it.”


He just nods at us, then walks to the man standing in the corner. The man looks at him as they have a hushed conversation and then just nods his head. “Do you need some water?” Ethan says to me, and I nod. I don’t bother listening to what else he says; instead, I get up and go to the casket. Standing before the brown box, I look at him, really look at him. You see some bruising under the makeup, and his nose is a little swollen. His hands are folded over his stomach, resting on his black suit. The suit he wore when we got married. Why? I ask him in my own head. Why did you do it? I ask him, hoping I can hear him whisper something to me, whisper anything back. To answer my questions, to give me something; anything to make me understand why he did what he did. Why he left me with so many fucking questions and not one answer. 


The man comes over to close the casket. Eric’s face disappears slowly, the shadow filling his face till the casket finally shuts. “I’m sorry for your loss,” the man says, nodding at me. “If at any time you want it open, we can open it back up.” I turn around now, looking at the chairs that will fill up as soon as the people start coming in. Ethan consoles my mother-in-law, and Elliot stands where we were just sitting, his hands in his pockets. 


“I’m getting the girls,” I tell them and then walk out with my head held high but my shoulders slumped. Defeated is a word that you use so many times not really understanding what can actually defeat you. I know now, my husband dying, him cheating on me, my kids without a father, my dreams of growing old with him gone. Beaten straight down to my core, straight down to my bones. 


I walk over to them as they look up. “Let’s go, girls,” I tell them as they both get up and walk to me. Lizzie takes one hand, Daisy takes the other, and we walk back into the room that holds a piece of our hearts. The room where their father lies, with no answers and no tomorrow.


We stand in that room for four hours while people come up to me and give me their condolences. I nod my head and play the part of the grieving wife. I am the grieving wife, but I’m also the wife whose husband didn’t love her enough to just be with her. The wife who knew her husband was slipping away but couldn’t catch it in time. The wife he said he would love and protect. The wife who stands here between his girls wishing that for one second he suffered horribly. The wife who has to pick up the fucking pieces and lie to her girls about what a great guy he was. The wife who, at the end of the day, just wasn’t good enough. 


We listen as people tell us how amazing he was, how much he loved his family, and how much he loved his girls. The whole time, I’m yelling on the inside, ready to stand in the middle of the room, throw my head back, and yell at the top of my lungs. But I don’t do what I want. I don’t tell them what a fraud my husband was. I don’t tell them that it was almost all lies. I don’t tell them that the day he died, they called his other wife and not me. I don’t tell them that I wasn’t the one with him when he died.


I stand here thinking about this other person—his other wife—and wonder how she would handle this. How she would be with my in-laws. Would she just let them control her and do everything for her? Would she want it to be open and weep for him beside the casket instead of standing next to it? 


I look around the room at all the people who came to pay their respects, and my eyes find someone I’ve never met before. Someone I’ve never seen before, and our eyes connect. His green eyes stare into mine as I watch him nod to me and turn to walk out. As he walks out of the crowded room, I strain my neck to watch his back. I don’t have long to think because Elliot comes up and whispers, “It’s time.”

When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…

 

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